Bought By The Billionaire Brothers 2(4)

"Since now."

"Convenient."

"Isn't it though? I was thinking the same thing. Actually, I was  thinking, how fortuitous. Particularly when Granddad is on his last leg  and somehow, you and Nolan managed to convince him to cut me out in the  last will."

Vince swore under his breath. "You've never had an interest in Buchanan  Enterprises. We were just securing what we'd already built."

"Bullshit. But no worries, little brother. I've found a way to rectify  your misstep." At that, Dillon rose and started for the door. "Oh, and  before you ask … I know about the people you paid off to get the will  changed. Sloppy work, I must say. I expected a finer layer of  manipulation."

"What are you going to do?" Vince demanded, standing as well.

Dillon stopped and turned, pinning Vince with the hottest of glares  before his glacial smile left no room for misunderstanding. "Well, for  starters … I'm going to fuck your delectable, sweet secretary. After that,  maybe I'll let her suck my cock clean."

"Stay away from Penny," Vince growled, his fists clenching. "If you so much as touch a hair on her head … "

"You'll what?" Dillon taunted, daring Vince to throw down the gauntlet.  When Vince simply glared in impotent anger, Dillon chuckled, "That's  what I thought" and let himself out.



Penny was a bundle of nerves as she watched the clock. Time passed at a  snail's pace as she awaited their arrival. Vince and Nolan had both  seemed on edge when they'd tersely told her to go home and lock the  penthouse door.

"And don't open that damn door for anyone but me or Nolan," Vince had added with a dark scowl.

Penny had nodded in understanding but in truth, she didn't know what the  hell was going on. Who was Dillon? Where did this brother come from? By  chance she'd found an Internet article about the Buchanans and had  found a reference to Dillon but the article had primarily focused on  Nolan and Vince. She didn't know who to ask without making things worse.  She'd never seen Vince so shaken. What kind of man was their brother  that he had both Vince and Nolan so rattled? Was he a bad man? Was he  dangerous? She had to admit there was certainly something alluring about  the man. He was the bad boy personified, the kind of man who rode a  Harley and left a trail of women in his wake. She shuddered and  shamefully squeezed her thighs together, berating herself for the tiny  little kick in her heartrate at the thought of being at his mercy. She  adored Vince and Nolan; she certainly didn't need another Buchanan  brother in her life, particularly one that was so … difficult.         

     



 

The door burst open and Vince and Nolan strode in, their voices hard and raised.

"Why now? Someone had to have tipped him off about Granddad," Nolan  said, stopping briefly to pull Penny into his arms and kiss her soundly,  almost hungrily. He released Penny and she was immediately taken into  Vince's tight embrace for a deep, almost desperate kiss. Penny's knees  weakened and Vince squeezed her bottom. He released her and they both  walked away, picking up their conversation seamlessly. "Damn it. We were  so close. Now, he's never going to let it go. He's going to want to  become full share partner again."

"Dillon's going to ruin everything we've built," Vince said, raking his  hand through his hair. "There has to be something we can offer him that  will appease his sense of justice. You and I both know he doesn't care  two shits about Buchanan Enterprises. We need to find out what his end  game is and beat him to it."

"Guys … what's going on?" Penny asked, hearing too late the tremor in her  voice and noticing the shake in her fingers. Her new little world was  going topsy-turvy just when she was getting accustomed to the rhythm.  She tucked her hands behind her back and followed the men into the  kitchen where Vince was pouring glasses of red wine. "I'm a little  freaked out right now. Is your brother a bad man?"

Nolan cast Vince a short look before accepting his glass. "He's not bad as in, he's a criminal or anything like that … "

"That's a matter of opinion," Vince muttered before lifting his wine  glass to inhale the sharp aroma of the vintage. "He's a cold, selfish  son-of-a-bitch who's only ever cared about himself. He's been a blight  on this family since the day he turned eighteen and came into the  majority of his inheritance. He's been off doing whatever he does while  we've been building Buchanan Enterprises to the level it is now."

"So why is he coming around?"

"Because our Granddad recently cut him out of the will," Nolan admitted,  shooting Vince a dark look. "I knew he was going to find out. We  should've went about this a different way."

"It wouldn't have mattered. Dillon only ever wants what he can't have."

Penny sipped her wine to calm her nerves. She'd never seen Vince or  Nolan so agitated, not even when brokering multi-billion dollar deals  for the corporation. In fact, they seemed to thrive on difficult  situations in business, so it was disconcerting to see them act this way  when their older brother showed up on the scene. "Maybe he's changed?"  she ventured but she was shot down with a derisive look.

"Dillon doesn't change. Trust me on this." Nolan dumped his wine down  the sink and headed for the bar. "I need something stronger than  cabernet tonight. Do we still have that Irish whiskey?"

Vince nodded and watched as Nolan stalked to the bar and started  rummaging past bottles until he found the one he was searching for.  Vince exhaled and brought his glass to his lips, noting Penny's  apprehension and confusion. He tried a small smile for her benefit with,  "It's going to be fine" but the words seemed disingenuous given their  reactions. Penny knew there was something they weren't telling her.  Vince paused and pulled Penny to him. His mouth traveled a warm line  down the column of her neck and she shivered in spite of the turmoil in  her mind. She relaxed a little as his touch did nice things to her  insides. "How are you feeling today?" he murmured against her skin,  distracting her easily. "Nolan said you were a little sore from our  session the other night."

She blushed and nodded. Drat that Nolan for knowing when she was lying.  "But I don't mind," she added quickly. Her breath hitched as she  admitted softly, "I like the soreness. It reminds me of what we did  together."

He chuckled and pulled her tighter against him. "That's my naughty  girl." He slanted his mouth over hers and she tasted the wine on his  tongue. Her knees wobbled but he held her firmly as he plundered her  mouth in the same way he penetrated her body with unrelenting  determination and she loved it. But all too soon, he was releasing her  and joining Nolan. It seemed her presence wasn't required tonight.  Sharply disappointed but understanding of the situation, she excused  herself, claiming a headache.

They both showered her with appropriate good night kisses and then patting her behind, sent her off to bed.

It chaffed a little that she'd been effectively dismissed but that was  the terms of their arrangement. Nothing had ever been said about the  arrangement being emotional in nature. She stripped and slid into bed,  forgoing her nightie to slide between the silky smooth sheets, sighing  as the material whispered across her skin in a decadent kiss. She'd  never slept on linens so fine in her life. Before Vince and Nolan, her  idea of splurging had been to purchase new at Target instead of thrift  store linens. Now, she'd become delightfully accustomed to the finer  things, even if none of the fine things belonged to her. As she plumped  the pillow beneath her head, she wondered if she would sleep alone  tonight. As her eyelids fluttered shut, an image of Dillon popped  uninvited into her mental theater. A troubled sigh escaped as she  purposefully pushed all thought of the other Buchanan far from her  thoughts. Dillon was trouble - and trouble was the last thing she  needed. She was living the dream … wasn't she? Yes, of course she was.  Silly question. So why did she have the persistent nagging worry that  she was about to lose it all?         

     



 



Penny awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking and she smiled sleepily,  not quite awake. She stretched and yawned as she came fully aware, then  she frowned and sat up with a start so quick her head swam. Nolan and  Vince hadn't stayed over. She'd been disappointed to find her bed empty  aside from herself so who was in her kitchen? Had one returned to make  her breakfast? Perhaps. Don't be such a worry-wart, she chastised  herself as she slipped on a robe over her nude body and padded into the  kitchen. Her smile faded when she saw Dillon standing there sliding  scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates.

"W-what are you doing in my apartment?" Penny demanded to know, hating  that her voice shook and her stomach growled at the delicious smell of  freshly cooked food. Damn her love of good food.